Eva Hesse & ‘the total absurdity of life’

Guardian critic Jonathan Jones has written an interesting piece called: Art criticism and the pleasure principle. His text made me think about art that I really love (beyond intellectualism…?)
Today I will present you for one of my absolute favorite artists:
Don’t ask what it means or what it refers to. Don’t ask what the work is. Rather, see what the work does
Eva Hesse: Right After (1969)

Eva Hesse was born in Hamburg in 1936 into a Jewish family. She was sent with her sister on a Kindertransport to Holland to flee the Nazis in 1938. Their parents joined them and they moved first to London, and then to New York in 1939. When Eva was nine, her parents separated and her father remarried. A few months later her mother, who had a history of depression, committed suicide by throwing herself from a window.

In her last and very productive years Hesse experimented with materials such as latex and fibreglass, which were fairly new to the art scene. Her feel for them and her command of composition were breathtaking. Several of these works have either disintegrated or are so fragile that extended display would damage them irreparably.

Hesse readily absorbed the influences of Surrealism, Conceptualism and Minimalism, always filtering them though her own distinctive sensibility to produce a unique and highly individualistic body of work.

Lucy Lippard: Hesse took exactly what she needed from the art around her, transformed it, and gave it back to the art world

Hesse’s art evokes the tension between opposites: the geometric and the organic, the serial and the unique, chaos and order. And yet her work consistently challenges the very idea of contraries. Her early ink drawings involve wash after wash, transposing the layering process from painting to drawing. The later sculptural works often hang like paintings, and the layers of material evoke both the methods and the touch of the painter.

Of course we can theorize about Hesse, but it also possible to meet her work in a pure sensual way. All you have to do is let yourself float into her magical world -

Eva Hesse: No Title (1969)